the vineyard

Not long after dawn this morning we were in the vineyard, ready to harvest our first grapes. It promised to be a hot day, but the cool of the morning invigorated us. The Golubuk (an Eastern European tenturier grape—that’s a grape whose red flesh is the same color as the skin) weighed down the vines with their abundance. We quickly filled our buckets with perfect bunches of fully ripe grapes. What a wonderful gift! I am still in awe that grapes grow in the Pacific Northwest. We plant the vines and tend them, but the growth and fruiting are a pure gift of our creator. Our gratitude cannot be expressed too strongly. Now we need patience and care before we can fully appreciate the fruits of our efforts, but in the end, wine brings joy to the heart.

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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